'Twas never easy to hold a secret;
I shared mine with the most innocent reeds.
Every time I returned from your candlelit
Cabin, I ran to the crimson music weeds
To release that overwhelming deluge
Of words so intimate. Desperately,
I believe, I'd fallen in love with you.

But how was I supposed to foresee
They'd have affair with the dauntless wind
That while we loitered around the romantic swamp
They'd then reveal those awesome articulations.

Thus forgive me, as I begged you, oh, dear,
When I scalped you like my Lord hewed his love.
The melody composed by your skull - premier! -
Easily outweighed all odes written for Love.
To release our overwhelming deluge
Of words so intimate, love, let us talk
Within our teeth whispering to each other.